Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Catatonic

Violet stood alone in the darkened area, a creeping unease curling in her stomach especially as she stared at the forest behind her.

She shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself. The shadows between the trees stretched unnervingly and though she wasn’t a child anymore, scared of the dark and the unseen horrors it harbored, but right now, Violet found herself praying for Alaric to return quickly. After all, the wolves weren’t the only creatures that lurked in the night.

And it wasn’t long before her prayer was answered. Familiar footsteps approached and she breathed in relief. Except that relief was fleeting.

As soon as she caught sight of the hulking Alpha, her throat went dry. Violet’s stomach twisted with anxiety and every ounce of confidence she had built up minutes ago vanished like smoke in the wind. Maybe this had been a mistake. Maybe wanting to see him had been the worst idea she’d had in a long time.

However, Violet wasn’t a coward so she planted her feet firmly, resisting the urge to fidget as he approached. Griffin in question

suddenly stopped in his tracks, throwing out an arm to halt Alaric as well.

Their body language shifted, and Violet narrowed her eyes, watching as they turned toward each other, their voices dropping into hushed whispers.

They were arguing about her.

Violet knew it instinctively from the way Alaric’s gaze flickered toward her before focusing back on Griffin. Her pulse quickened with curiosity. What were they saying? Before they reached a conclusion, she managed to catch a single fragment of their conversation.

"She’s not Lucille."

Her frown deepened at once. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}

Lucille?

What did Lucille have to do with her apology? A sense of unease curled in her stomach, a gnawing awareness that there was something she wasn’t being told.

Violet intended to question them and get answers. But the moment Griffin stepped forward, Violet forgot everything just like that.

She swallowed thickly, feeling the weight of his gaze as if it had a physical hold on her.

And then there was the hair.

Oh, for the love of all things holy.

The very thing that had started this mess was pulled into a messy bun atop his head. Since when had a man bun become this dangerously attractive? Since when had it made her want to unravel it with her fingers, just to see how it would fall around his face?

No. No, no, no.

She was here to apologize, not stand there and lust after Griffin like some weak-kneed idiot.

So get a grip of yourself, Violet!

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to focus.

"Hi," she breathed, her voice embarrassingly unsteady. She rubbed her clammy hands down her pants, barely suppressing a wince.

God, why was she so nervous?

"Listen, about earlier, I—"

"I think I have something to confess first."

"Huh?" Violet blinked, his words catching her off guard.

She then glanced at Alaric for an explanation, but the lightning prince remained as unreadable as ever. A wall of stoicism that offered her no clues.

That didn’t help her nerves at all.

"...Okay?" she said uncertainly, bracing herself.

Griffin hesitated for a moment, watching her cautiously before he finally spoke. "I think it’s better if I show you."

Her brow arched in interest, though she shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Sure. Go on then." She straightened, making a show of preparing herself.

But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared Violet for what happened next.

Griffin’s gaze locked onto hers, intense, burning, making her heart race in anticipation.

What was he up to? Violet wondered. The air had already thickened between them, crackling with something she did not understand.

Except it was a second too late when she caught the flicker in his eyes.

The hunger. The intent.

Holy creator of the universe.